[Tavros had not been in the right state of mind to find a particularly obscure hiding place. Under normal circumstances he may have been a good Hufflepuff, found the best hiding place. But these were not normal circumstances. And without his wand, he realizes he couldn't get up the staircase.
So he picked a broom closet on the ground floor. It didn't have a lock on the inside so he couldn't lock himself in like he wanted, but he could definitely sit in the dark and cry.
He'd managed not to in front of everyone because he knew that would only embarrass himself more. How he managed it, there was no telling because he felt absolutely beyond terrible. But he also knew it was his own fault...He knew it was a rap battle, that it was all fair. But it didn't stop it from hurting any less. It didn't stop it from crushing his spirit.
He let out a groan and pounded on his stupid, useless legs. Because Dave was right, not even pixie dust would be enough. Nothing would ever fix them, he would never be like Peter Pan. He would always just be Tavros. Just Tavros, who couldn't even stick up for his best friend, let alone live up to Peter Pan's expectations.]
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So he picked a broom closet on the ground floor. It didn't have a lock on the inside so he couldn't lock himself in like he wanted, but he could definitely sit in the dark and cry.
He'd managed not to in front of everyone because he knew that would only embarrass himself more. How he managed it, there was no telling because he felt absolutely beyond terrible. But he also knew it was his own fault...He knew it was a rap battle, that it was all fair. But it didn't stop it from hurting any less. It didn't stop it from crushing his spirit.
He let out a groan and pounded on his stupid, useless legs. Because Dave was right, not even pixie dust would be enough. Nothing would ever fix them, he would never be like Peter Pan. He would always just be Tavros. Just Tavros, who couldn't even stick up for his best friend, let alone live up to Peter Pan's expectations.]